Loki:

[Mysterious video message to Tony]

[The video starts with a shaky camera that finally rests on a dresser or some flat hard surface. There's some grumbling in a foreign tongue and Loki flops on the bed, which the camera is currently pointed towards. He rolls on his stomach and props his chin on both his hands and smiles widely.]

Edward Stark, paging Mr. Anthony Edward Stark your local God of Mischief is sending you a video. I got the idea from your strange internet site "You-Tube" and from "Google" so I'll just get started because I'm not one to "beat around the bush" and I thought you would enjoy some entertainment during your S.H.I.E.L.D meeting, darling.

[Loki had the lights dim and his hands started to glow. He shifted so the camera was looking at him from the side. He laid flat on his back, smiling at the camera and running his hands slowly up his feet to his thighs. Slowly his clothes started to vanish. A moan escaped his lips and he let his head drop back and his brows furrow as his hands ran up his pelvis…

His stomach…

His chest…

And finally up to his hands. All of his clothes had vanished, his skin a pale cream with a hint of red on his cheeks. He gave a sultry smile towards the camera and some random tango sultry song started to play in the background [Tango Muerta by Parov Stelar].

Loki bit his lower lip and rolls his pelvis so his lower back was facing away from the camera and stretched his arms, letting the dim light and shadows illuminate the contours on his body. He rolled his hips back and was now facing the camera, clearing aroused and breathing heavily. The tip of his right point finger gently tapped at the tip of his cock and Loki let out another moan as he let his finger ghost down to the base. His legs shifted against the white sheets and his toes curled as he started to stroke himself slowly.]

Tony…

[A soft and heated whisper accompanied by another pleasurable moan. Loki rolled onto his back and let his head roll from side to side as he bucked his hips gently, repeating Tony's name again and again and again. Beads of pre-cum glistening under the orange glow of the dim lights. He starts to pump harder and harder, bucking his hips with the gently sway of the music. He gets close to the edge, Tony could tell. Loki rolls his head to face the camera and gives a mischievous smile before zapping the camera off, ending the show.]

Tony:

Oh shi- Sorry!

[Tony apologized when his phone rang with a new message in the middle of a meeting that day with S.H.I.E.L.D. As he took his phone out, he raised his eyebrows at the new video message that he received. He played it soundlessly, watching the video with an amused expression. He thought that it was a harmless video (how naive) of Loki simply wanting him to come home and just when he took a sip of his coffee, Loki had his clothes vanished. Tony immediately spat out his coffee and Steve Rogers who was sitting next to him tried to look over. Obviously, Tony immediately pulled his phone away and (to his bad luck) did that with a little too much effort which made the phone clatter away across the meeting table.]

Oh, fuck me.

[Everyone at the meeting stared at phone which had also decided to turn on its sound again. When the video ended, everyone looked away with red faces until Fury cleared his throat. Needless to say, Tony had to go through the rest of the meeting with his hand held over his face to avoid looking into anyone's eye. He took it to try and not let the event at the meeting bother him too much because still he loved Loki and his God of Mischief was always up to something- so even though Loki really shouldn't have sent the video when he knew Tony was in the meeting, Loki was already forgiven. Not that that needed saying. Tony would always forgive Loki regardless.

Noooow, all he had to do was sneak off somewhere and actually watch the video without anyone bothering him…]

Loki's message:

TO: STARK

Goodness darling I hope that was not too much a distraction at work. I am afraid I got a bit lonely and bored by myself and just happened upon one of your image recording devices. Do not fret darling, I'm still here, ready with wanton desire and quivering with anticipation. You can find me either:

1) In bed

2) In the shower

3) In the bath

4) On the kitchen counter

5) In the closet

6) On your work bench

7) In your car, my choice

8) Guest bedroom

Happy hunting.

PS.

You do know I can use clones, yes?

Good luck to you because I do not play fair.

Loki:

What a strange dream I had

I just woke up to a strange dream…

Any dream where I am pregnant is usually a negative one but this one is conflicting. I was happy and content but I was also sad and scared.

Usually it is the former but…

Never mind. The dream has passed and it is now irrelevant. Tony is away at S.H.I.E.L.D. so I am here alone watching children's cartoons on the television. Hah! See! I am learning Midgardian words though I do not understand their inner workings so much.

The brightly coloured ponies are back on the television. I must go now.

Loki:

New York

I decided to leave the ever towering pillar that is Stark Tower. Left a note for Tony this time, he seems to get upset when I leave without notice. I have been cooped up for too long and I feel the need to stretch my legs.

I wish to also go shopping for something nice. I am unsure what this will be, but I will find it.

Loki's message:

[Personal Emergency]

Dear Tony,

Left the house to stretch my legs but something came up. I have to go to Belarus or someplace like that. I will be back. I do not know when. Do not leave the house, do not open the door for anyone even if they say it is me. Do not answer your phone and do not go near any windows.

Precautions darling.

I will see you soon.

Love from your darling God of Mischief,

Loki

Tony's blog:

What?

Came home to a message of Loki saying that he's off to Belarus. Why Belarus of all places anyway? What the hell does he even mean by not leaving the house? Why can't I leave me house? For crying out loud. Loki, you don't leave me messages like that and expect me to sit around and wait for you to come home. That's not how it works, no. Hell, I'm coming after you.

Loki:

[In a large old, cold factory stands the God of Mischief, angry and negotiating with someone he use to associate with. He stood tall, his helmet under his arm and his face icy and emotionless.]

I have given you fair warning and I have done as you pleased yet you continue to squander my generosity by threatening me not once, not twice but three times now. I am afraid you are crossing into dangerous lands, friend, and if you do not back off soon, you will have forced my hand to do something you will definitely regret.

[His words were venomous as he looked at the other man who stood with a smug attitude and arms crossed in defiance. Part of his troops were behind him, all armed to the teeth. Loki did not want to cause an uproar, but things looked grim for him.]

Tony:

[On the way to Belarus after Tony took flight in search for his missing lover, he had JARVIS scan for Loki. It had always been relatively easy to find Loki, the radars always went off when it came to the god unless he had decided shroud himself. Thankfully for Tony, that wasn't the case that day. JARVIS had also inform him that Loki was not alone. Tony knew that Loki would be fine by himself, but he felt that it would be better if he were by his lover's side. He would feel safer knowing that he could keep an eye on Loki.

He landed as quietly as he could outside the deserted factory, but it seemed that someone had been expecting him. He landed, and made the mistake of taking off his helmet, walking towards the seemingly unarmed man.]

You best have kept your hands off my Loki.

[The man only smiled back at him with clasped hands and just went Tony was just a feet away from him, Tony felt himself going drowsy. His arm flew up to his neck to meet with a little dart. He quickly disabled the Iron Man suit which swiftly dismantled itself into pieces scattered over the ground. Before he had a chance to look over his shoulder to see who might have shot the drug into him, he fell and blacked out.]

Loki:

[Loki stared down the boss across the room and hissed. Their gazes never faltered not ever at the sound of some commotion outside. Was there any way to negotiate without having to kill the lot of them? Possibly but they were making this very difficult and Loki was losing his patience as they continued to stare down one another for a half hour between arguments. The God of Mischief's body was rigid as he tried once more to plead, not demand, but it ended up sounding like a demand.]

You do understand what you are up against, yes? You do know the power I hold in my hands. I will CRUSH you if you so much as lay a hand—

[The doors swung open and a group of men entered dragging something across the floor. The sound of metal scraping against concrete ran in Loki's ears as his eyes grew wide at the sight. In their disgusting arms was Tony in his Iron Man suit, broken, beaten and bruised Tony was unconscious with a sack of his head. They brought down a hook to dangle him from like a fish. The boss tapped at Tony's head and smiled. He argued, with a smile, that if Loki did not do as requested they would kill him, slowly.

Loki's gaze was downcast. Tony twitch on the hook, starting to come around, but his arms were tied along with his legs. Vicious dents in his suit, blood…blood…]

Gentlemen…

[The God of Mischief threw his helmet to the side and stiffened his back. His gaze rose up and everyone in the room felt like their skin was on fire.]

I believe it is time for you to all die.

Tony:

[When Tony stirred, he found himself staring into darkness. His body ached painfully. He could feel parts of his armor that were still attached to him painfully cutting into his skin. He felt the warmth of blood running down his nose and other parts of his body although he could not tell where exactly. His head spun with tormenting agony that disabled him from accessing properly what was going on.

He tried ignoring the ringing in his ears and very faintly, he could hear a very familiar voice. Although the voice was one that dripped with venom, Tony found it oddly safe to hear this one voice. He shut his eyes even though there was no difference between his eyes opening or closing- he still saw the same time. As he heard the clattering of yet another familiar noise, he had heard it before… somewhere. His fists clenched tightly as he attempted to properly regain his senses but he was in far too much pain and only made his own situation worse.

He did, however, snap to his senses when he heard the cracking of magic in the crack. Loki! And Tony struggled against his bonds desperately trying to free himself in a bout of panic. He needed to run to his lover. Not quite thinking straight, he fought against the hook without an avail. What if Loki was hurt? Oh god, no, no, no. Please let him be safe. Please, oh, please. He started yelling at the top of his lungs disregarding the pain that flared through his body.]

Loki, Loki, Loki! Please, please tell me you're safe.

Loki:

[The crack of magic blinded the group and in swift fluid motions, Loki had planted knives in the skulls of four individuals. He smiled to himself, his eyes manic. The rest regained their ground and attacked with guns and knives. He swung his arm and an angry blaze of green magic arched and sliced through a small group, the sickening sound of flesh hitting hard pavement followed by raining droplets of blood. He bared his teeth as a pack barreled towards him.

A quick back step and a cloud of black haze enveloped the God. Red eyes penetrated stared straight at the now hesitating group of thugs. A low growl with a snarl and a giant wolf swiftly attacked. Loki opened his jaws and snapped human after human in half. His fur was covered in blood and the warehouse floor was covered in smeared bloody paw prints. Loki let out a howl and was once again enveloped in a black haze. The sound of bones snapping echoed in the warehouse as Loki emerged, face dripping blood and hands snapping the fingers of a still conscious member of the group. The man didn't have time to scream before Loki smashed in his face with the heel of his boot. The Tricksters blazing green eyes looked at the boss.]

Come play with the big bad wolf~

[The man screamed but his futile sounds were drowned out by the snarl and growl of a massive and monstrous animal. Tony had managed to unhook himself by jostling it enough and he fell hard to the ground. He used his suits strength to snap the ropes around his hands and quickly removed the burlap sack.

Loki was straddling a twitching corpse. His teeth bared and covered in blood. He was stabbing the body repeatedly. Over and over and over and over. Littered around him was a sea of blood and mangled bodies contorted in impossible positions, stray limbs torn from the base and bones sticking out from the skin.]

Tony:

[At the first sound of flesh sharply splitting and the flash of green light visible even through the sack, Tony pushed a hidden button on his armor that made it start to repair itself. He strained his ears to hear past the sack over his head and heard the dull splattering of blood smacking the floor. He tried his best not to panic. Restoration 48% complete. He could tell that Loki had thrown himself into a fit of rage and even though he should be upset that Loki was killing, he found himself worrying about the god overworking and potentially himself. It was rather silly, that thought. Loki was a god after all.

There was silence for a moment before he heard a loud growl- was that a wolf?- followed by screaming of humans before they hit the ground. Tony was yelling now, as loudly as he could with his raw throat. It didn't matter to him that his body was wounded or burnt with discomfort. Restoration 72% complete.]

Loki, god, Loki. Please calm down!

[But his cries went unheeded because it was far too soft to be heard through the competition of other people yelling and the sack of his head. There was a loud howl that sent shivers down his spine, and yet he still could not stop worrying for his lover. He heard the sound of something smashing into flesh and a beg of mercy. More roaring from what Tony now believed was a wolf sounded and echoed in the factory. Restoration 100% complete. Tony broke free of his bindings and hit the ground with the loud thud, and ripped off the sack cover his head.

The sight that met him churned his guts. There was so much blood. He scanned his surroundings quickly without the help of his suit, as he had unshielded his head, eyes catching Loki knelt over a long-dead man in the midst of disfigured corpses. Oh, Loki… Why? The smell of blood reeked and it took the best of his efforts to keep himself from throwing up. He forced his weak and trembling knees over to Loki, and every step he took sent jolts of pain through his system. He was scared, not because of Loki, but for Loki.]

Please, Loki… [He called softly as he reached out to his lover.] You can stop now, please.

Loki:

[Loki turned slowly. His pupils were pin points and his pale skin marred by the scarlet blood. He stares at Tony for the longest time. Who was this? No, he knew who this was. Why was the question. Why was he here. He wasn't supposed to be here.

The trickster rose to his feet and looked around. He looked angry and then he looked dead. His head slowly swivelled to scan the area, looking around for anyone still even slightly twitching. He flicked the dagger straight into the corpses head. Blood dripped off his hands and jaw as he smiled.]

Sorry about that. I am afraid we were unable to come to a civil conclusion.

[His eye twitched. Something was still wrong. Loki's head jerked to the side and he started to move his jaw. He reached into his mouth and pulled out a piece of bone. He licked his lips and started to wipe the blood from his chin. He let out a laugh and sighed. He was completely unaware of Tony trying to speak with him.]

Not nearly as satisfying as Asgardian's, but this will do.

Tony:

No. Don't lie to me. There's something else, something that caused you to do this. You wouldn't have snapped like that otherwise.

[Tony couldn't buy it, and was oblivious to why exactly Loki had gone and kill like that. He let his hand hover in the air before he set it down by his side and clenched his fist. He was still worried, worried for his lover. He frowned and stared into the ground pooled with blood.]

Why did you even come here by yourself in the first place? What if you had hurt yourself?

I can't afford to lose you, Loki.

[He reached out again, and this time he pulled Loki towards him by the arm. Tony forced a kiss onto Loki, hugging him tightly (though awkwardly in the Iron Man suit). He completely ignored the grime on Loki. He didn't want to think about the bloodshed around them, and he was just glad that nothing at all had come to harm Loki.]

Loki:

I did this for you…

[Loki stared straight at Tony unblinking. He turned to face Tony and raised his hands to clasp them together as he started to lecture Tony without emotion.]

Why do you think I told you to stay home? Why do you think I left? I did this for you to protect you because of me. No one threatens me by making death threats against my lover. These fools would have died anyway. I would have ripped them limp from limp with my bare hands regardless of their location. It was kill here or wait for them to come after you. Sadly, it had to be a bit bloodier because you had to come here and get caught.

Frankly, it seems to be your fault I even had to go this far. You can't afford to lose me? I can't afford to lose you. I killed them to protect you, Anthony. You should be thanking me.

[Loki calmly moves his hands to his back and looks at Tony in a stoic fashion. His gaze penetrated through Tony's skull.]

Tony:

[Tony flinched as Loki started to tell him off. Was it wrong of him to worry? He glared into space, eyes carefully avoiding the bodies around them. His fists were balled by his sides and he bit his tongue. When he started talking, he hissed through his clenched teeth and every word said shook with his overwhelming emotions.]

Do you honestly think that I would not go looking for you after you leave me with such a shady message about you going to, and I quote, "Belarus or someplace like that"? No, no. Of course I will come after you. What with the message also telling me not to leave the mansion, not open the door if someone claimed they were you, not answer my phone or even go near the windows? The worst part is that you said you wouldn't even know when you would be back! How the hell am I supposed to just sit around and wait for you to come home?

Are you out of your mind? Fucking hell, Loki!

You could have just teleported up to me and take us both home and send a fucking bomb to them afterwards if they were being such a great threat. No need to dirty your hands. Christ.

[Tony rubbed his hand over his face, he was feeling weary and now that the adrenaline in his body was fading away he could feel the pain from the cuts and bruises on his body start to hurt again. He just wanted to go home. He didn't want to deal with this.]

Loki:

[Loki let his head fall and his gaze faltered to show his melancholic self. He sighed and looked at Tony apologetically.]

I did not want them to harm you. They would have sprung up eventually on your S.H.I.E.L.D. radar. I was doing you a favor by killing them all. They hurt you…

[Loki raised his hand to heal some of Tony's minor injuries. He quickly let his hand retreat behind his back and he rolled on the balls of his feet while looking away.]

They were not getting away with it. They were not going to get away with hurting you. I had to kill them. Easy as that. I am sorry I angered you, but they would have acted on their word and would have hurt you. I wanted to protect you.

Tony:

Thank you, love.

[Tony meant it as he knew that Loki was only looking out for him. It was troublesome, yes, and Tony hated it when Loki killed. He could never find the heart to be angry at Loki, he just couldn't. Not when he loved the god this much, and not when he knew that Loki only wanted the best for them even in his own ways that the world probably frowned down upon.

He felt only slightly better when Loki healed him, but the worst of his injuries were still getting to him and his head felt like there was an anchor trying to pull it down. His head lolled from side to side as he listened to Loki speak, and he shook his head roughly at the end of it to try and push away the feeling.]

It's fine, it's fine. You know I can't get angry at you, at least not for long. I know. I love you, Loki. Can we please go? S.H.I.E.L.D can clean this up.

Loki:

I am sorry Tony. I'll get you back now.

[Loki held back a sniffle and let out a shaky sigh as he took Tony's hands and teleported them back to Tony's workshop where JARVIS is ready to remove Tony's suit. Loki goes full throttle and heals Tony more effectively now that he can see the injuries. He frowns the entire time as he looks over Tony's body.

He knows he did was wrong, but it was right. Killing them was the right thing to do. They did this. No one can harm Tony. If anyone had to harm Tony, it was going to be Loki.]